As soon as this proposal was raised, the eyes of the surrounding Innate Sacred Beings lit up.
Indeed.
The so-called Immortal Court was, at its core, merely a faction formed by a gathering of people.
They had only been relying on sheer numbers to bully solitary rogue cultivators like them.
If those people could band together to establish the Immortal Court, why couldn't they do the same?
There were more than a dozen Daluo Golden Immortals gathered here. Although their numbers were far fewer than the thirty to forty Daluo Golden Immortals of the Immortal Court, as long as Dijun and Taiyi—two beings at the late stage of Daluo—took the helm, the Immortal Court wouldn't dare bully them any longer!
“Hahaha, what Fellow Daoist Baize says makes complete sense.”
Citie laughed heartily and praised, “Among all of us, your mind works the best. I'm truly impressed!
“If Fellow Daoists Dijun and Taiyi really lead us in founding a faction, with a mind like yours, you’ll definitely land the role of military strategist.”
These words proved prophetic.
In the future Heavenly Court, Baize would indeed serve as the chief strategist.
...
With Baize taking the lead, the group of Innate Sacred Beings who had been bullied by the Immortal Court made their way to the Solar Star.
Not long after.
“Heavenly Dao above! I, Dijun of the Solar Star, hereby swear this oath: All beasts of the land, birds of the air, scaly and shelled creatures, insects and crawling things, flowers, plants, and trees... all who give birth to spiritual intelligence shall belong to the Demon race! May the Heavenly Dao bear witness!
“Let the Demon race be established!”
Dijun’s resonant and majestic voice shook the heavens and resounded across the cosmos, echoing endlessly throughout all of Honghuang.
He had established the Demon race.
“I, Taiyi, shall suppress and anchor the destiny of the Demon race with the Innate Treasure, the Chaos Bell! May the Heavenly Dao bear witness!”
Taiyi’s incomparably overbearing voice rang out immediately after Dijun finished speaking.
The Innate Treasure Chaos Bell illuminated the heavens with blinding radiance. Its melodious chimes rang out without pause, reverberating through the cosmos. Beneath the mighty power of the Chaos Bell, time and space froze, the Great Dao resonated, and countless great worlds were created only to march toward annihilation, repeating in an endless cycle.
“Granted!”
The abrupt, emotionless voice of the Heavenly Dao echoed across the entirety of Honghuang.
And at the very moment the Heavenly Dao assented and sanctioned the existence of the Demon race, boundless providential destiny surged forth from various Demon race populations, coalescing into a vast and surging sea of Demon race destiny!
Destiny was invisible and intangible, yet it truly existed—profound, mystical, and infinitely wondrous.
In Honghuang, destiny was divided into two kinds.
The first was factional destiny, where Dao lineages and racial groups were considered forms of factions.
The second was personal destiny.
What was commonly referred to as fortune in Honghuang was precisely this destiny.
When destiny was boundless: heaven assisted, paths were smooth, tribulations were mild, and blessings were abundant.
When destiny was waning: heaven abandoned, paths were severed, tribulations were severe, and blessings were sparse.
For Dao lineages and races, destiny was of paramount importance; it represented fate itself and served as the very foundation of their rise, fall, and survival.
However, merely gathering a race's destiny was not enough.
Although the Demon race’s destiny was vast and boundless, it was chaotic and disorganized, failing to form a unified whole. With the passage of time, it was even slowly dissipating. Without something to suppress and anchor it, this destiny would eventually drain away completely.
Enter the Chaos Bell!
With absolute suppressive power, it firmly anchored the scattered destiny of the Demon race.
Gathering it into a solid mass.
Not a single sliver could escape.
At this moment, every member of the Demon race felt their spiritual platform clear and refreshed. Their minds grew lucid, their bodies invigorated, and the bottlenecks that had troubled them for ages were resolved in an instant.
This was one of the benefits of gathering a racial destiny.
And that was not all!
Dijun and Taiyi’s establishment of the Demon race aligned with the workings of the Heavenly Dao and followed the grand trajectory of fate, earning them immeasurable merit.
Golden radiance permeated the firmament, thick auspicious clouds swirled, golden lotuses rained from the heavens, beaded tassels formed strings of pearls, immortal music drifted in waves, and ten thousand rays of glowing dawn broke through—a scene of utmost auspiciousness.
One million mu of Heavenly Dao merit cascaded downward, transforming into a tide of merit that surged into the bodies of Dijun, Taiyi, Baize, Shangyang, and the others.
Among them, Dijun and Taiyi received the greatest share of merit.
The two brothers claimed half of the one million mu of Heavenly Dao merit.
Under the empowerment of this Heavenly Dao merit, their cultivation naturally broke through to the great perfection of Daluo Golden Immortal.
Their Dao flowers bore fruit; Daluo great perfection was attained.
Of the remaining five hundred thousand mu of Heavenly Dao merit, Baize, Shangyang, and the dozen or so Daluo Golden Immortals shared two hundred thousand mu among themselves.
The final three hundred thousand mu of Heavenly Dao merit merged entirely into the Demon race’s destiny.
Stabilizing and elevating the Demon race's destiny.
With this, the Demon race was formally established.
All of this unfolded within an exceedingly brief span of time.
Yet it was clearly witnessed by all the major almighty beings across Honghuang.
“The Demon race?”
In East Kunlun, atop Qilin Cliff, inside Yuxu Palace.
“Dijun and Taiyi truly possess no small ambition, encompassing such an immense demographic under the umbrella of the Demon race.
“I just wonder whether those Innate Sacred Beings will actually acknowledge this identity as part of the Demon race,” Yuanshi Tianzun murmured.
Just as he said, the Demon race established by Dijun included all beasts, birds, scaly and shelled creatures, insects, flowers, plants, and sentient stone spirits under the collective banner of the Demon race. This scope was unusually vast.
Certain Innate Sacred Beings falling within this scope might not necessarily accept this identity as Demon race.
Moreover, what of the three major innate races—the True Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Clan, and the Qilin Clan? Would they give up their proud status as great innate clans just to become part of your so-called Demon race?
What were they thinking?
Though these three races had declined and stepped down from the historical stage, the foundation and heritage of their clans remained profound.
If nothing else, each clan still possessed at least one Hunyuan Golden Immortal.
Would Dijun and Taiyi dare classify these three races as Demon race?
However...
What Yuanshi Tianzun hadn't expected was that establishing the Demon race could actually earn Heavenly Dao merit.
...
In Bajing Palace, Taiqing Laozi remained indifferent and inactive.
He was completely unmoved.
His spirit continuously wandered the Taixu void, searching for an opportunity to prove his Dao.
Meanwhile, inside Biyou Palace, Daoist Tongtian observed with keen interest.
“Interesting, truly interesting. The talent and ambition of these two fellow Daoists are not inferior to our Three Purities.”
...
In the Netherworld Blood Sea.
Ancestor Minghe carefully recalled what Dijun and Taiyi had just done.
He was stunned by that one million mu of Heavenly Dao merit.
He wanted it too.
“Create a race?
“If they can do it, why can't this Ancestor?!”
Just as Ancestor Minghe swelled with ambition and prepared to boldly imitate Dijun and Taiyi to create a race of his own, he looked around at the filthy Blood Sea where no living being could survive, and fell silent.
What was he... supposed to use to establish a clan?
The ignorant, shattered true spirits drifting and sinking within the Blood Sea?
...
Beside Mount Zhou, on Fengqi Mountain.
“Brother, do you think the two of us count as part of this Demon race?” Nuwa asked Fuxi across from her.
Fuxi, the original old charlatan, was tinkering with his half-finished Innate Eight Trigrams without even looking up: “We do, and we don't.
“If it benefits us siblings, we are the Demon race; if it brings no benefit, we are Innate Sacred Beings.”
Nuwa rolled her eyes at Fuxi, speechless: “Well said. You might as well have said nothing at all.”
Paying no more attention to her brother and no longer dwelling on the Demon race, Nuwa involuntarily thought of Xuanjian.
Naturally, what Nuwa was thinking about were the Innate Gourd Vine and Nine Heavens Soil that Xuanjian had taken away.
“Those two items... what use do they truly have for me?
“And how am I supposed to obtain them?”
...
“Damn it!”
In the Eastern Sea, on Yingzhou Immortal Island.
In the Immortal Court, inside the Extreme Yang Immortal Palace.
Duke of the East was beside himself with fury: “Why didn’t I think of swearing an oath to the Heavenly Dao?!
“To think Dijun and Taiyi seized the initiative before me!”
Duke of the East fancied himself as the Head of Male Immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor, the future helmsman of Honghuang, and had thus never even considered swearing an oath to the Heavenly Dao.
Back when the Immortal Court was first established, Duke of the East had merely proclaimed it to all living beings of Honghuang without swearing an oath to the Heavenly Dao.
Now look what happened.
“No! I must swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao as well!”
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